Chapter 57 - [AT] Changing Reality Doesn't Change Your Plans for Revenge

[After Transition]

I awaken from my slumber because of someone rustling me from my sleep by shaking my shoulder, I take a few moments to see who it is because I have a splitting headache which I swear hurts worse than getting shot in the head, trust me I know. Wait.. How the hell do I know how much it hurts to get shot in the head, duh it's because I got shot in the head quite a few times during my five years as a drug mule. A drug mule? Why would I be a drug mule I was born to a rich family that owned a share of Wayne Industries, no not Wayne Industries it was Stark Industries and my family must've adopted me from the Gotham orphanage, no I was born in New York and I'm not an orphan. WHAT THE F.U.C.K IS WRONG WITH MY HEAD! IT F.U.C.KIN KILLLLS!!!

"Excuse me, Nick right? Are you okay?" I hear a voice coming from my right, it seems to be the person who shook me from my sleep. Looking up from where my head was resting on the computer desk I'm rewarded with the beautiful vision that is one Barbara Gordon also known as the Batgirl, wait how the f.u.c.k do I know that? Oh I remember, I was investigating police commissioner Gordon to see if I could trust him with the evidence of human meat trafficking and that naturally included investigating his daughter who I knew to be batgirl, no I didn't find that out when I was investigating her I read it in a comic. Are some rich arseholes profiting off of superheroes now and how the hell did they figure out the superheroes identities, making stories on Batman, Iron Man, Superman and Spider-Man for profit, what arseholes those are real people who risk there life. Wait, Iron Man and Spider-Man?

They are from Marvel Comics while Batman and Superman are from Detective Comics which I read before I was reincarnated. Yes I remember now, I was reincarnated in the Marvel Universe and I grew up there with a rich family, I attended Empire State University and had an internship at the Baxter Building before I eventually decided to come to this universe for some reason. My memories are a bit confusing and muddled up so I can't remember somethings, I can't remember why I decided to leave the marvel universe but for some reason I know that it was because of hurt? I'm just feeling some strong negative emotions when I think about so I just won't think about it, why would I have to anyways I have a life here now, a life thanks to the genius minds of the marvel universe.

Somehow I got Reed Richards, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange and Charles Xavier to create some kind of magic memory stick that would rewrite reality so I could seamlessly blend into this new reality but it seems I underestimated just exactly what that meant, creating an entire new life, new memories and experiences and then mashing them into my head sure does hurt a f.u.c.k ton but not as much as it hurts to be fed to a meat grinder. I'm essentially a completely brand new person now made up from the Nicholas James of the DC Universe (without meta-knowledge), the Nicholas James from the Marvel Universe (with meta-knowledge) and the person I was before I reincarnated in marvel, which I can't remember the name of. Why can't I remember the name of who I was? I can't actually remember much from before I reincarnated, I remember some crucial characters and their secret identities, I remember super villains and some storylines, i remember a few different universes but I can tell, I can tell that I don't have as much meta knowledge as I used to.

I guess changing reality to have an entire new existence shoved into your brain does have some serious side effects, for one I can't remember much from before I was reincarnated, I'm also a bit fuzzy in some of the things I did while I was in the marvel universe except that I know that this information is somewhere in my head but for some reason it just doesn't want to reveal itself, it doesn't matter much though as its not like I'll be returning to the marvel universe, at least not any time soon. Shit I've lost some of my meta knowledge but the thing is I don't know if what I've forgotten is even all that crucial so I can't really tell whether I've messed up really bad , oh well who needs meta knowledge when you can pretty much regenerate from anything, I bet I could even regenerate from an omega beam (I'm glad I at least remember some of the big baddies like Darkseid).

Speaking of regeneration, how the f.u.c.k did I end up with a power like that, from the memories of living in this universe I can tell that Nicholas James pre merge didn't even question it which is kinda stupid but then again he didn't have any meta knowledge at all. It can't be an X-Gene because we are not in the marvel universe anymore, it can't be anything mystic, it can't be an accident or experimentation since it happened in an alleyway, it can be cosmic power or some bullshit and it definitely isn't related to my genes (maybe it is since I was an orphan in this universe and I don't know my parents in this universe compared to the wealthy human parents I had in the marvel universe) and it probably isn't anything to de with the Meta-Gene or reality changi- wait. Of course I'm an idiot, it because of the reality change when I rewrote my life into this reality and reality for the short instance became my bitch (the kind of bitch that says it loves you to your face and then when your not looking shoves you head first through a meat grinder all the while laughing at you).

The memory stick was made with some specific specifications to be put in place once it was used, those conditions were to make sure that I could blend in seamlessly to this reality though they came with some serious side effects. They conditions were basically living to the present day (no point making a new identity in this universe and having it have died five years earlier), there are also a few other conditions that I've forgotten but it was basically to make sure the new me lived to present day safely without much harm. Except in the new reality I was in Gotham (pretty much the worst possible option available) so it would be pretty hard for the new me to survive with all the crime that festered in the city but it was realities job to make sure I loved so I did it in the best way possible, I granted the pre merge me the ability to heal from anything therefore ensuring that I would live to present day without so much as a scratch though that doesn't mean my mind was left untouched, the universe sure found a f.u.c.k.i.n.g loop hole and discovered a way to f.u.c.k with me.

I could have gotten any power to survive my time in Gotham, enhanced durability, intangibility, telekinesis, telepathy pretty much anything but reality chose the power that would come with enduring the worst pain possible. The universe chose to f.u.c.k with me because I messed with reality but I'm kinda grateful, regeneration might hurt but it sure is useful.

"Hey, are you okay? You're looking kind of out of it, should I call someone for you?" I hear Barbara say to me and I realise that I've been in a daze for the last couple of minutes contemplating my new circ.u.mstances.

Now I just need to figure out what I'm going to do with the matron and the dealer, after all I remember what they did to me and my need for revenge still burns strong...

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